Boston




I have been happily married for 14 years to a woman who can kick my ass! And
it's all good!!

This is true. I have been directed to this site and am surprised that many
people think that having a wife or a "significant other" who can kick ass is a
bad thing. Not true if love comes first, second and third.

Our story- I first saw Maddy in our senior year in college (in Massachusetts)
at an Octoberfest beer party. I was hammered, as was everyone else I knew, but
I did see a very attractive young lady and thankfully was introduced to her
that night by a mutual friend. We hit it off right away even though on paper
we had little in common. She is from a small town and I am from a big city,
she is 5'6 and I am 6'2, she was there on a full ride athletic scholarship
(swimming) and for me sports was not my focus, she was a good student and I
was a straight A all the way student, she was religious Catholic and I am
Jewish and not so religious, she had 5 siblings and I have two, she had blonde
hair and mine is dark brown, she was never outside of Iowa before going to
college and I have been all over the US and Europe, she was dead on middle
class and I was upper middle class or better. Yet, we talked with ease, found
each other funny and interesting and were married the following year when we
both got very good jobs in Boston. We both had very good jobs, we agreed we
loved kids but did not want any and life in Boston was very cool in the early
2000. It was great making money together, having upwardly mobile and in demand
careers with amazing bonuses to match and making new friends in a new vibrant
city was pretty neat.

Our relationship was great as we did everything together, well everything
except working out. That was her department let's say since she was the
athlete. I walked around the health club a lot but she was a hardcore athlete,
no news there. For her the working out was a major part of her life and when
she hooked up with these other women who also loved the whole lifting thing,
things began to change. First thing was her body. Being a swimmer she was
always strong, had a sexy big back that screamed strength, not muscular per se
but solid as stone. But once she hooked up with these other women of similar
mind, she started developing real muscles, like REAL muscles that were obvious
to see. Not big bulky muscles like a guy but defined and feminine. As this
progressed, she lost some weight, not that she had to but did it more because
that is how "bodybuilders" ate, she called it a "muscle diet" and in under a
year my wife had a 25 inch waist with remarkable abdominals, with biceps that
she loved showing to our friends, her rather ample and all natural chest lost
some of the natural fat but she still had, and I am not kidding, perfect
breasts and to reveal a set of pectorals on top of those perky and perfect
breasts that I must say was a supreme turn on plus her big back was getting
muscles too. In short, she turned heads everywhere we went, totally rocked a
bathing suit and lingerie, wore tight sweaters and loved flexing in them to
show her growing biceps and in fact, was stronger than me now. ! She may have
been all along, who knows? Countless scenes from her work where so so many
people asked her to flex or challenge her to arm wrestling or ask her out even
though they knew she was married. She talked a LOT about her workouts, her
increased strength and even more about how she always needed to buy new
clothes as her body was changing. How do I know she was stronger?

Well, it started out just accompanying her to the healthclub and at each
station she was lifting more than me and whenever it was close she would bury
me with more sets than I could handle. We were friendly competitive I would
say but she won all the time and made sure to tell me how much she liked that
and even told some of our friends, which I smiled and laughed but hated that.
When I told her I hated that she would laugh it off but I knew I had to do
something about her bragging. One time her "new muscle friends" came over to
see the big competition at the various weight machines, since she obviously
was bragging to them too and they needled me a lot on every exercise as Maddy
crushed me. I left the club with my tail between my legs, as it were, and left
them all behind to continue their insane workout together as I had work to do
back home. When Maddy came back to our apartment afterwards she was in a very
frisky mood. Maddy was and is known to be overly frisky a lot as she loved sex
and that always made our relationship better. This time was different! This
time she came in and took off her tanktop and bra and was doing all of this
posing, muscle posing as I sat in my desk chair angry and disappointed with
her for making look like a fool in front of her friends but she seemed not to
care, it was all about her. She reminded me how much stronger she was than me,
how all eyes are on her in the locker room and she loves it and all of this
self centered crap. She was obviously very into all of this. She was parading
around showing off her goods and then asked me to kiss her biceps. She popped
some bicep poses and kissed her own muscles and told me that I should this ...
as she licked and moaned as she kissed her own biceps. I was not exactly clear
on what the hell was up with her and I was feeling a little badly about myself
at this point since it was MY WIFE with the muscles and not me. OK, I thought,
my hat is off to you since the improvements to her already strong body were
impressive but kissing your biceps? No thanks, does not do much for me. She
insisted and insisted to the point it was getting uncomfortable as she was
sitting on my lap with her hard breasts almost in my face but her flexing her
biceps were like suffocating me as she would not stop insisting for me to kiss
them. Then she says, well hubby bubby (one of nicknames) if you do not kiss
each of these luscious round and hard biceps I may have to beat the shit out
of you. Uh, excuse me, what? And I looked at her like she was nuts. She said,
you know my friends in the gym all dominate their men and they suggested I do
the same to you. While she was talking to me on my lap she started moving her
hips and naturally I got an erection which she started goofing on saying, " Oh
look my hubby bubby has an erection so I guess you like allof these muscles as
much as I do and she laughed. I said, what the hell? They do what? Keep in
mind her gym friends are seriously hot too, besides all the muscle stuff and
that's fine but they were not my wife and could care less what they did to
whom. Anyway, I went to standup now which forced her to stand up from my lap.
She put her hands on my t-shirt and grabbed me pretty hard and marched me
against the wall like she was a cop and she looked pissed off at me yet I did
not do one damn thing wrong here, it was her that showed me up and it was me
who was wronged. She said, Dennis, you either kiss each one of these puppy's
and lick them, until I am satisfied, or I will beat the shit out of you. She
had me against the wall and was hurting me not to mention her arms at this
point were pretty pumped from the gym and now , well, it was a sucky
experience at that moment. I shook my head in disbelief as to what I was
hearing. In a flash, she gets me into a headlock that hurt like hell and flips
me over her shoulder and on to the floor. I seriously had no idea what the
hell was going on. Now lying on the floor she pounces on me and continues the
headlock as I struggled, to no avail, as she kept up the pressure. I could not
breathe since her tits were in my face and the pressure from the headlock was
atrocious. She asked me to say UNCLE and I had no choice since I thought my
head was going to pop off. When I managed to muffle out an "Uncle" she could
barely hear it since like I said her tits were in my face and she said
"louder" but I really couldn't and I was in full panic mode now. When I
finally did say it loud enough for her liking, I found her right bicep in my
face with her saying in a VERY stern voice, now kiss it like you love it and
then lick it and tell me how strong I am. I felt her nipples judding into my
chest through my t-shirt and I did like I was told. Apparently, not good
enough since she told me I better do a better job and slapped me in my face,
although not too hard, but still. After a good 20-minutes of this she yanked
my jeans and underwear off as I was still lying on the floor and proceeded to
make love to me as she pinned my arms back. Well, to be more descriptive, she
did not make love to me, she fucked me pretty hard and I had the feeling I was
there not as her lover but to be someone who was there to satisfy her.

This was a poignant moment in our relationship as she kept my arms pinned, my
cock still inside her as she looked down at me and told me the following.
First she says that she does not want to hurt me and that it is best if I do
exactly what I am told, second, that I will never be as strong as her, third,
this is the new normal and she loves me and hopes I can deal with this. Ummm,
huh, what?????? Needless to say we spoke about this a lot over the next 2
weeks as she continued her periodic domination of me and then we were
scheduled to take our first real vacation as working adults. It was a strange
vibe in our apartment between us. She became a little bossy and I did not like
it at all. We always split the household chores but now she would tell me to
make the bed and clean the dishes and did so in a demeaning ordering way like
I worked for her. At first I was intimidated in a way to say anything until I
was fed up and said something. We were in the bathroom getting ready for work.
She stopped being modest in any way so wearing her bathrobe was a lost cause
and she preferred to be naked as much as possible and I knew why. So as I
walked by her and was going to the shower and she was brushing her teeth I
decided to confront her. I simply told her that I do not like what I am seeing
around here with me doing 90% of the household chores and waited to see what
she would say. She turns and faces me and she took a deep breath, which I
think was on purpose since when she did her muscular chest expanded and she
pushed it out since she saw I was staring at her chest. She walked towards me
and I instinctively walked backwards a couple of steps until I was against the
wall and we were chest to chest or as close as possible with the height
difference. First she smiles and said, let's fight for it and she laughs but
she saw I was serious and then she said, straight out said " Den, I am the
alpha here as you see, I love you to death baby, but those chores are for the
well, non-alpha, OK, got it? She kissed me and walked out of the bathroom. I
was stunned.

We went to Jamaica for 8 days but this new shit was hanging over our heads
like a cement block. I was confused and was hoping that everything would turn
normal once I had her away from the gym and the gym friends, but I was wrong.
On day three she wanted to take a walk on the beach which was great. It was
great until she unhooked her bikini top and told me to hold it as we strolled
along the beach. I was mortified! My wife wants to walk topless in front of
strangers, on a beach? I told her to put the top back on and grow up. She had
a great body for sure but where is her modesty????? We were in private at that
moment near some trees. With that she slapped me so hard not only did the
noise make a sound like a sonic boom to me but it almost knocked me off my
feet. She gets behind me and all I know the world from gray to black! I woke
up in her lap as she was sitting there and she held my face next to her
breasts and she was positioning my mouth over her nipples as she smiled down
at me. What the fuck happened I asked. Her response was cold and factual,
nothing she said, first I slapped you for being fresh and you should thank me
for not slapping the fucking shit out of you Dennis by the way and then I
choked you unconscious and now you will suck and lick my tits until I calm
down and lose the edge to hurt you for being a bitch. She NEVER spoke like
that to me or about anyone as a matter of fact. I looked up at her with a face
of, well, total and utter shock, yes shock. She looked down at me and I began
to suck her tits like a child would do to eat as she cradled my head. Once she
was satisfied she told me to get up and she did too and she grabbed my hand
and we walked along the beach as I watched every guy drool over my wife's new
muscular body as I wiped away some tears of humiliation and surrender. We
really did not speak much on that walk The rest of the vacation was basically
being her companion instead of her devoted husband. Meaning the rest of the
vacation was spent watching her workout at the gym THREE times a day, not
being allowed to workout myself but basically toweling her down and giving her
water, the rest of the time was pretty much taking orders like I was some
private in the Army, being fucked by her without any loving emotion AT ALL,
mixed in with being randomly slapped and choked out 4 different times. Not
fun.

Everything kept going in that direction over the next several years. We would
wrestle about 5x a week and 90% of the time she beat me by either putting me
unconscious or putting me in holds that made me beg for mercy or cry out in
pain. Afterwards there was always dominating sex and muscle worship. It was
certainly the new normal and I began to like it over time. I cannot explain
why I liked it except I knew she loved me. Things got better as we both
accepted our new roles in this new normal. She LOVED that I liked it and was
so thrilled she gave me away three times to her gym friends as a "birthday
gift" where they did similar things to me. Yes sir, gave me away in that she
had me sleep with these women, as a gift for them from her. This sounds much
better than reality. Yes, each lady was very pretty, their bodies were
remarkable in most ways although none of them had anything close to Maddys
natural breasts in either size, perkiness and pecs. But all were hot. However,
the truth was that none of them really turned me on. They were all full of
themselves and not one of them was even decent in bed. That's the truth! So
being "given away" was not so great.

Now being perfectly honest as she always has been even brutally so, she
admitted to cheating on me 9x over the years with men and one time a woman.
That took the wind out of my sales since I would never be disloyal to her. As
she described it the first few times and I have accepted this disgusting
fact----she is honest and tells me that she loves me with all of heart but
physically she desires some cute guys with muscles to compliment hers. Her
goal or her bucket list bullshit was she wanted to sleep with men who were as
into their own bodies as she was into her own. Still, I was hurt and depressed
when she told me but was thankful she did not tell me when she was doing it.
First couple of times I thought for sure I would divorce her but like she
says, this is all about sex and NOTHING to do with love and she has a way of
convincing me I suppose. In any event, the beatings continued almost every
night, she continued to get more defined but not in a disgusting way AT ALL as
I have learned a lot about female bodybuilders, which she is not in any way
one of those things. She is defined, strong as hell, definitely muscular, is a
good wrestler and I know if she wanted to she could really hurt me but in the
grand scheme of things, she does not. This is her journey and I do love her
and I have gotten totally into her muscles, her role playing, something she
adores so it all grew on me over time and all was good.

The only thing I did not like was last year when she got into boxing. I did
not like the fact that she liked it because of the inherent dangers in that
sport and I would never want her to be injured in any way. I liked it less
since we lived in a house now in the suburbs of Boston and we had these
wrestling mats in a big portion of the basement, with weights and other
fitness equipment. I suppose one can never get enough of lifting? Whatever.
The first time she wanted to box me I was totally against it since I knew she
was more athletic, stronger by far now and was sometimes a little too much
into this domination thing. Examples? She would want me in certain outfits
let's say, outfits a man should never wear, she had me masturbate, more times
than I can count on numerous bodyparts (indoors and outdoors) of hers as she
told me about her max lifts and how many men would come on to her and all this
crap, made me eat my own cum after wanking into a cup before bed, jerkoff in
front of her gym friends and one time they brought a guy with them too. Hated
that and that was my lowest point of my life!!!!! It was bad enough I could
hardly make eye contact with her gym friends since they all knew all about our
personal lives plus I slept with each one of them as a birthday gift. But when
they brought around this guy and I was forced to jerk in front of him too,
well, I cannot even explain how depressing that was for me to deal with But I
also knew there was no avoiding this boxing shit so let's just do it I thought
and move along. Not a good idea. I had no idea what I was doing and of course
she did since she took private lessons and actually sparred in the ring. She
put these gloves on me and gave me a big 1 minute primer on how to hold my
hands and protect myself. Ridiculous! Basically, she just beat me up to be
frank. It was so bad and quick that , one, I never felt that much pain in my
body, was never punched in my face before, thought for sure she broke my nose
but thankfully did not, gave me two shiners and left me sitting on the mat
crying and begging her to stop this onslaught. I was breathing so hard I
thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was upset, really upset, felt
like 1/2 a man, was disgusted with myself, embarrassed and to be honest, I
felt worthless. She wanted me to shower HER afterwards and I refused and I did
not care what the results were going to be. She ordered me around some and
threw this damn bikini she bought me and told put it on and shower myself as
she watched and spoke to her friends on her phone and narrated what I looked
like as I showered, how the fight went (all 3-5 minutes or something of it)
and then when I came out she gave me a blowjob like that was going to make up
for what she did to me. Mind blowing stuff was going on in that house.

As I read this back it sounds a little worse than what it is, I think. We are
in love, yes we do wrestle and yes she chokes me out and makes me beg in pain
but she has not cheated on me in years, does not make me sleep with her
friends and has not "officially" boxed me since although she has threatened me
a good number of times. Officially boxed I say. Three times she did beat me up
over some stupid disagreement we had, with her bare fists. That sucked big
time and made me miss work for a few days each time. I can never be as strong
as her and I know I will never be a wrestler and boxer like her. Nor do I want
to be. Besides all of the obvious things, she has more guts than me honestly.
I admire her in many ways.

Yet, here we are in love, with a strong marriage, I now totally except her
desires, what she has become physically, I am proud of her noteworthy
accomplishments and promotions at work, proud of her commitment to her body,
amazed that MY WIFE looks as awesome as she does, impressed by the fact that
she takes private boxing lessons AND wrestling lessons and I suspect she
competes in both but I have not confirmed that yet. She is amazing, funny, to
me she is SUPER WOMAN. I cannot believe I just wrote this publicly, cannot
believe I now get totally turned on by those rockin' muscles, cannot believe
she can actually put me to sleep at will pretty much, cannot believe I can be
scared of her (especially when she threatens to punch me bare fisted!!!) and
at the same time respect her and get turned on by her, cannot believe the
clothes she makes me wear in private thankfully ... and I love her forever.